–Fedya Filkova/Федя Филкова
I Without fear,
I take off my loneliness.
come lie in my womb!
II Your love brought death
so there was no pain.
The angel lingers
uselessly above me;
even the stroke of its wing
is a blow
III May the summer cure me of this love
that peers at me with dead fish eyes.
IV The day is vast in my tiny room,
halos gleam from my favorite books,
an open peony peers at me from its vase,
each sigh is a bridge that leads to infinity.